Do not allow me to forget you - Gabriel García Márquez

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Do not allow me to forget you

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About Gabriel García Márquez

Gabriel José García Márquez (6 March 1927 – 17 April 2014) was a Colombian novelist, journalist and activist. He was awarded the 1982 Nobel Prize for Literature.

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Alternative Names: Gabriel José García Márquez Gabriel Garcia Marquez Gabriel Jose Garcia Marquez Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez Gabriel Jose de la Concordia Garcia Marquez
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The most prosperous countries have succeeded in accumulating powers of destruction such as to annihilate, a hundred times over, not only all the human beings that have existed to this day, but also the totality of all living beings that have ever drawn breath on this planet of misfortune. On a day like today, my master William Faulkner said, "I decline to accept the end of man." I would fall unworthy of standing in this place that was his, if I were not fully aware that the colossal tragedy he refused to recognize thirty-two years ago is now, for the first time since the beginning of humanity, nothing more than a simple scientific possiblity. Faced with this awesome reality that must have seemed a mere utopia through all of human time, we, the inventors of tales, who will believe anything, feel entitled to believe that it is not yet too late to engage in the creation of the opposite utopia. A new and sweeping utopia of life, where no one will be able to decide for others how they die, where love will prove true and happiness be possible, and where the races condemned to one hundred years of solitude will have, at last and forever, a second opportunity on earth.

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